For no good reason, I spontaneously started writing Beck lyrics earlier today. I do hope this doesn’t mean that teams of 10,000,000-year-old alien lawyers will descend in silver spaceships to reallocate my pengram chips or whatever.
Anyway: the contest is, finish the song! Points off for making any sense at all.
Drip-dry modem in a wet dream parking lot
Gettin’ strangled in the tangle of a carburetor hum
Flash flood humping in a mousehole packet
With a Krispy Kreme coffee and a paper bag bum